Oberyn Martell Fanfictions

From Marriage to Love - Chapter 5: Wise Choice of Weapons

Hot and dry the weather was all the time in Dorne but mornings were your favorite. The air was still chill from the night but the sun shone brightly through your opened windows.

Sheila was sitting on a beautiful, claret red pouffe behind you, brushing the tangles out of your hair. She was a strong, hefty young woman but her hands were always gentle. There can be no doubt that she was a good handmaiden but you could not stop thinking about those gentle hands caressing Oberyn's body.

"Was it hard to make him fall in love with you?" Your question came like a bolt out of the blue and Sheila was more than confused for a moment.

"Who?!" She asked frowning but her simple question got rewarded by nothing but silence. "I-I'm sorry but I don't understand M'Lady. I..." She stuttered and her heart began to beat violently in her chest as you rose from your chair, towering over her with a stiff, cold glare in your eyes.

"Stop gaping like an idiot and answer me: how did you make Oberynfall in love with you?"

The baffled expression on her face got even more intense which of course, made you even more furious.

"Did you really think I don't know about your secret meetings? I'm not stupid, Sheila. Do you think I'm stupid?!"

"No! No, M'lady! Of course not! I-I-I just... It... It's not what it is about."

"Do not try to deny it, I'm running out of patience!"

"I'm telling the truth! She cried now with growing panic in her voice. At first I thought the same, that he is interested in me but... he made it clear what's the only thing he wants from me."

"Ugh!" You sighed. Disgust and anger twisted your face. "And of course you gave yourself to him!"

"Well, kind of... but it's not..."

"Keep the nasty details for yourself!" You yelled and wrenched the comb out of her hand. "Maybe I was stupid after all, trusting someone whose loyalty is for sale."

You wanted to hurt her, to throw the comb in her face, anything! But your chest felt heavy and your legs felt weak. You flopped down onto your bed and buried your face in your hands.

"It's information." Sheila spoke softly, sitting beside you on the bed. "The only thing he wants from me is information about you, Lady Y/N."

"Information?" You frowned up to her. "Wha-what kind of information?"

"Any kind of." She shrugged. "I mean... literally. He wants to know what do you eat, where do you go, what do you do, who do you talk to... do you talk about him or the wedding..."

As you listened to her words, your stomach dropped. You knew it! Ellaria was right. Oberyn was planning something.

"Did he tell you why?"

"No, but..." She smiled. "I think it's obvious."

Your eyes grew wide suddenly, all your senses on the alert. Was it a plan to kill your father? To kill you?

"He's crazy about you, M'lady."

"Huh!" You rolled your eyes disappointedly. Poor, stupid girl.

"That's not the reason, Sheila. The betrothal was not Oberyn's choice. It was against his will. And if he is only half as deadly as they say, my father is in serious danger. I have to do something. Something that could stop Oberyn from revenge."

"Like... making him fall in love with you?" She asked with a hint of sympathy in her voice.

"I have no time for that. I'll be married to him in two weeks and once he put his seeds in me he'll find someone else to fulfill his needs. I'm not as good as my sister, Sheila. She would know what to do."